TITLE: I'M GAME
GENRE: YA Sci-Fi
The com on my wall buzzes, spitting out the voice of my best friend Tag. “Dodge, you there?”
I don’t want to extract myself from my bunk’s covers to answer. The heating in our apartment shell is broken for the second time this winter, and besides this bundle of blankets, there’s no way to ward off the chill.
Despite my lack of response, Tag keeps talking. “I know you’re there, bud. Sitting in your bunk and trying to ignore me. Don’t think you’re getting away with it – I’m gonna keep talking until you answer.” A pause. “Yes, that was a threat.”
I roll my eyes. Tag’s not kidding, either. He’ll go on for hours if I don’t shut him up. I slide out of my bunk, the icy air calling the hair on the back of my neck to attention. As I rub the goosebumps away, my fingers trail over the microchip beneath my hair. The rectangular chunk of circuiting is cold to the touch.
I kick my way through the clutter on my floor and slap my hand onto the wall-com. “Yeah,” I say. “What’s going on?”
“There you are.” Tag’s voice vibrates in the old silver disk. “The guys wanna go out. You coming?”
I’m tempted to say no. If I go, they’ll ask me what I’m going to pitch.
Tag pitched Army. I knew he’d do it – it’s a rich kid thing. When they pitch, they get their extras plugged under their natural-born arms, one more arm on each side.